somewhere on the fells

 what.  the.  heck.  the  facts  alone  are  enough  to  floor  me.  i  started  writing  on  this  blog  on  march  15.  i’ve  done  more  than  my  fair  share  of  fangirling  over  this  live  action  beauty  and  the  beast  movie.  i  actually  made  this  blog  ON  A  WHIM,  thinking  that  there  would  be  sparse  to  no  support  or  interest  in  this  hairy  beast  man,  thinking  that  i  would  be  discouraged  after  everyone  wrote  off  the  movie  as  some  sort  of  bust.  i  was  so  very  nervous  making  this  blog  because  i  know  how  live-action  remakes  often  are.  but  …  everyone  loved  it.  and  somewhere  in  that  time,  i  fell  in  love  with  him  and  everything  surrounding  him.  this  is  one  of  the  places  i  look  forward  to,  and  i  need  to  thank  all  of  you  for  being  so  welcoming  and  supportive  in  my  portrayal  !!!
  …  this  list  is  going  to  be  primarily  a  batb  rp  community  love  list,  to  expose  all  the  cute  people  in  this  fandom.  here  we  go.


 first  off  :  THE  BEASTIE  BABES.  thank  you  for  following  me  and  making  me  smile.  please,  to  everyone  following  me,  consider  following  these  beautiful  babes  in  addition.  all  very  good  portrayals,  all  fresh.  REALLY  !

🌹  @a-melancholy-heart  🌹  @bcastmade  🌹  @beastfated  🌹  @debete  🌹  @monstrcs  🌹  @petalbound  🌹  @shesstillhere  🌹  @themelancholyhearted  🌹  

 THE  WIVES  (  AND  ONE  HUSBAND  ).  all  of  you.  every  single  one.  sorry,  we’re  married  now.  all  of  you  are  so  unique,  so  precious,  and  so  wonderful  at  everything  you  do.  you’re  all  damn  good,  you’re  all  unique,  and  you’re  all  beautiful.


@finalpetal  is  the  fandom  wife.    🌹   even  if  she  makes  adam  sleep  on  the  couch.

@bcautymade  🌹  @bcllerose  🌹  @beyondappearance  🌹  @bookbraved  🌹  @coeurseveille  🌹  @fearlessrcse  🌹  @fragilcminds  🌹  @inopinato  🌹  @jeveuxaventure  🌹  @laventuriere  🌹  @laxbeautex  🌹  @lcbeau  🌹  @meansbeauty  🌹  @nothinglasts  🌹  @oddbeautied  🌹  @peculiarbcauty  🌹  @petalwritten  🌹  @plutotbizarre  🌹  @prxvincialife  🌹  @rcveuse  🌹  @rosepicked  🌹  @sebriser  🌹  @thebeauty  🌹  @theirguest  🌹  @yearnsadventure  🌹 

 THE  SERVANTS  IN  THIS  CASTLE  !!!  your  portrayals  of  this  talking  furniture  make  my  world  go  round.  thank  you  for  staying  with  me  and  letting  adam  know  that  he’ll  never  be  alone.

@candlstk  🌹  @cgsworth  🌹  @chippcd  🌹  @chippercup  🌹  @dcntalpain  🌹  @depoussiiere  🌹  @elledeplume  🌹  @frenchcandle  🌹  @luminctte  🌹  @mrspotts  🌹  @plumettc  🌹  @ruffledfeathcrs  🌹  @soisnotreinvite  🌹  @thechippedcxp  🌹 @timefey  🌹​  @traversina  🌹  @unnervingservants  🌹

 THE  PARENTS.  must  i  say  any  more  ??  love  you.  xox

@reinemalheureuse  /  @fcarlessbeauty   🌹  @rosedesang  🌹

 THOSE  WHO  FILL  OUR  WORLD  !!!  you  batb  writers  outside  this  fandom.  wow,  all  of  you  are  actually  super  hilarious  and  you  all  light  up  provincial  life  a  little  more.


@antlerdecor  🌹  @bargesized  🌹  @burlybrute  🌹  @decoratedhunter  🌹  @gasttcn  🌹  @gcston  🌹  @jcligarcon  🌹  @lcfou  🌹  @lefoc  🌹  @mywhataguy  🌹  @lesenchantes  🌹  @tuerlabete  🌹  @vraiebete  🌹  

 and  this  ‘little’  list  of  people  who  write  with  me,  who  have  liked  my  stuff  (  i  see  you  there  ),  who  have  complimented  me  worth  a  thousand  people.  wow.  i’m  more  scared  of  you  than  you  of  me.  THANK  YOU  !

@adroitic  🌹  @aftcrshocks  🌹  @alleyspat  🌹  @alphadcll  🌹  @arcusignis  🌹  @asundrop  🌹  @beastologist  🌹  @blggr  🌹  @booiisms  🌹  @cavetigrim  🌹  @cerseilionesslannister  🌹  @cinephiliac  🌹  @cluefound  🌹  @crownedwinter  🌹  @diealive  🌹  @dxdger  🌹  @emeraldoutlaw  🌹  @expelledwitch  🌹  @flattcringchild  🌹  @forgedusk  🌹  @fractiliis  🌹  @geniusfuturist  🌹  @goodliest  🌹  @gunkanjiima  🌹  @handofhonor  🌹  @hcntsman  🌹  @hiddensteel  🌹  @honnleathrose  🌹  @honoreflected  🌹  @honourofwesterling  🌹  @horcruxmade  🌹  @icaryian  🌹  @ignatiius  /  @vicemirrored  🌹  @illegitimatesnow  🌹  @inusitus  /  @blasterforce  🌹  @invictusmanet  🌹  @ismiracle  🌹  @kingsleigh  🌹  @kingwhocared  🌹  @lagaudiiere  🌹  @lastorgana  🌹  @leomatrem  🌹  @libertinedeath  🌹  @lietold  🌹  @lionwept  🌹  @littlclctte  🌹  @mademonstrosity  🌹  @meddlingheels  🌹  @moonsworn  🌹  @motherwolf  🌹  @nchntrss  🌹  @needlcd  🌹  @oceancalled  🌹  @ofbrcvery  🌹  @ofvaliancy  🌹  @outlawerofbeets  🌹  @podstye  /  @wclfinthenorth  /  @lostahand  🌹  @predative  🌹  @prettyfoole  🌹  @princelycharmed  🌹  @qceenmother  🌹  @ragexfilled  🌹  @rainbowguard  🌹  @rosecrime  🌹  @sangrantc  🌹  @sanguris  🌹  @sansavis  🌹  @sapphircknight  /  @stcnequeen  🌹  @scarredhound  🌹  @searedrebirth  🌹  @selfsouled  🌹  @showmaxter  🌹  @sleepcursed  🌹  @snaremaker  🌹  @snowinabottle  🌹  @soulrisen  🌹  @southerncomfortoutlaw  🌹  @spacehated  🌹  @stillcominback  /  @andalasiian   🌹  @stormland  🌹  @suaverogue  🌹  @subsolanus  🌹  @sunshinemade  🌹  @tegeros  🌹  @tethereddivine  🌹  @tetramother  🌹  @thickcrskiin  🌹  @thornedbloom  🌹  @thysusan  🌹  @timefather  🌹  @truekindness  🌹  @undomae  🌹  @unfckablc  🌹  @unseenmockingjay  🌹  @vainstruck  🌹  @veniials  🌹  @vviridis  🌹  @wentquick  🌹  @whitehawlc  🌹  @wildwclf  🌹  @wintercrowned  🌹  @wolfsouled  🌹  @woodlandking  🌹  @woreglasses  🌹  @xaedificare  🌹  @xhermyx  🌹

 AND  BIG,  BIG  LOVE  TO  ALL  OF  MY  FOLLOWERS  ;  even  the  ones  not  on  this  list.  honestly,  you  are  all  …  a  delight  to  have  here  !!!  i  have  so  many  kisses  and  hugs  to  offer  you.  please  come  talk  to  me.  xox


anonymous asked:

Headcanons of how the Paladins would be if they and their s/o would start a routine of napping together either on the couch in the castle or in one of their rooms?

Shiro

  • He can be pretty tired after training all the time, so he’d probably try to have so nap time with his s/o since he’s so busy. It’s just a little extra time he gets to have with them.

Keith

  • He doesn’t take naps often, but he’d probably get into the habit of sleeping next to his s/o a lot at night. It’s a really private time where he can spoil them with affection without having to worry about other people.

Lance

  • He naps with his s/o on a regular basis. Just whenever he feels tired, he’ll drag his s/o somewhere quiet and ask them at least to stay with him until he fell asleep if they didn’t want to take a nap.

Hunk

  • He doesn’t want to bother his s/o, but he’ll mention if he wants to take a nap and invite his s/o to join him. If they say yes, he’s happy to cuddle with them. Otherwise, he doesn’t force them.

Pidge

  • What’s sleep? They don’t really nap often, and even if their s/o offered to take a nap with them, they don’t usually sleep with their s/o. From time to time, though they’ll ask their s/o if they want to get a little shut eye together. Just for a little bit.

- Admin A

I’m desperate for a confident Stiles who charms everyone he meets.  Who winks and squeezes shoulders when he talks to people, who flirts with pretty much everyone, but he never dates. 

Then there’s Derek, who’s watched Stiles grow from awkward and bumbling to sort of charming in a goofy way, to confident and suave and somewhere between Stiles being awkward and bumbling and charmingly goofy Derek fell for him. 

And of course Stiles flirts with Derek because it’s fun to see his reactions, but at the same time, he wouldn’t be mad if Derek flirted back, but Derek doesn’t.

Derek doesn’t flirt back because Stiles flirts with everyone so he knows it doesn’t mean anything (except to Stiles it does, because he may be a flirt, but he actually puts effort into his flirtation with Derek, he gets to know him, buys him his favorite candy, and always, always, sits next to him at pack meetings, takes him out for dinner, does everything he’d like to do it they were dating except they aren’t dating).

This goes on for years, and finally Stiles is 25 and Scott asks him why he never dates anyone, he doesn’t even go on dates even though there are plenty of people who’d love to date him, and Stiles confesses that he doesn’t date because he’s already completely in love with someone but he doesn’t know how to make them see that he’s serious. 

And Derek hears them because he’s a werewolf and of course he hears them. And then Stiles walks out of the house and sees Derek standing there and he just says, “It’s you. I’m in love with you.” And then keeps walking without any bravado.

But Derek grabs his arm and tugs him back, his eyes on Stiles’ face, “You’re going to have to stop flirting with everyone and their mother.” and then he kisses him, soft and sweet. 

And Stiles is still confident and charming, but now Derek knows that Stiles isn’t flirting with anyone but him. Because Stiles only wants him, because Stiles loves him. And you know what, Derek loves him too. 

the cringemas charity livestream saved my life and here is why

  • ‘here’s our first guest, markiplier. no, you’re not mark- yeah’ [jack walks onscreen]
  • is felix racist? donate to the charity to find out
  • jack getting a christmas tree shape waxed into his leg
  • jack slapping felix’s ass and then ‘i’ve been kissing felix’s ass for years, might as well do it physically’
  • jack singing
  • cryaotic reading pewdiecry fanfic with felix for 5 minutes and then leaving
  • ‘shut the fuck up. it’s cooking time’
  • mark and jack nominating septiplier for the cringiest fandom
  • ‘i’ve always wanted to see you fist a cake’
  • mark doing an interpretive dance in an inflatable snowman costume
  • pj: ‘watch out for this bag of trash’ jack: ‘who, mark?’
  • jack doing both of mark’s laughs
  • ‘the stuff in this fell out somewhere. i dunno where it went.’ [camera zooms in on the piece of paper behind jack’s feet]
  • jack doing a little irish jig and kicking felix in the knees on purpose and them getting into a mock tussle
  • the kisses

The events ever since the inception of this fucking boyband can only be explained in two ways:

1) Harry and Louis fell in love and are in a relationship and have approximately 28000 complementary tattoos and are the married couple. You know the one I am talking about.

2)One Direction is a social experiment to test the mass audience’s tolerance level to bullshit and gaslighting and constantly being lied to, but somewhere along the way the two lead actors fell in love and are fighting the establishment and now I am just thinking this is a fantastic idea for an AU I lost my previous train of thought

How To Change A Fuqboi (Jungkook)

Word Count: 2,917

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet

Rated M (language and suggestive content)

Originally posted by donewithjeon

How to Change a Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Boning and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)

✩✩✩♔✩✩✩

Step 1) Get acquainted*

Obviously, first you need to find him, that “Netflix and Chill” guy who thinks it’s cool to recycle pick up lines from pop songs, ask for “pics” within the first five messages of a conversation, and has the nasty little habit of borrowing his mom’s earrings. They’re everywhere, so really, it shouldn’t be that difficult.

You retrace your steps carefully, gaze glued to the ground. It has to be around here somewhere.

Of course the day you convince your father to let you wear your late grandmother’s silver bracelet, you’d go and lose it.

Maybe it’s along the path you take to your car. Maybe it’s back in your oceanography class. Maybe someone found it and…

Anxiety rips through your veins.

No, it has to be somewhere- you just need to remember where it fell off. Your feet stop carrying you forward as they reach the classroom, bracelet still nowhere to be seen. This is your last chance, so taking a deep breath to futilely fend off the disappointment and subsequent panic, you push open the door.

The professor has long since left and the next session, which you think might be a discussion class, probably won’t start for another half an hour, thus you are mildly surprised to find a student lounging in your exact seat, scrolling through messages on his phone, but also idly fiddling with a VERY familiar piece of fine jewelry.

“Hey!” the rude cry escapes your lips before you can stop it.

The boy looks up, immediately making eye contact and freezing you to the spot. Calling him attractive would do this masterpiece no justice. His muscular shoulders and arms fill out his black t-shirt beautifully, matched with a pair of perfect legs complimented by ripped jeans. And his FACE… his sultry eyes are partially hidden behind sun kissed bangs, hair messily parted slightly to the side in a way that makes it WORK and a jawline so sharp it could split thread.

However.

You immediately know what he is, the coil in your stomach makes it clear, a heartbreaker- nay, a fuck boy. You firmly believe in the live and let live policy, but after the last time, you don’t think you could handle another emotional roller coaster.

It’s almost painful to maintain his gaze, so you drop yours to your feet, voice wavering, “I’m sorry…I… I think that’s my bracelet.”

“Is it?” his voice is the auditory equivalent of tasting thick cake frosting and a smirk quirks the left corner of his lips upward.

“Yes,” you affirm, though sound anything but sure.

“How do I know you aren’t just trying to steal it?” he arches an eyebrow, pinching the bracelet between his index finger and thumb, lifting it for inspection.

You run your fingers through your hair, finding the courage to look at him again, half flustered, half frustrated, “It’s my grandmother’s. Please.”

“Well anyone could say that,” he shrugs, either doing a stellar job at feigning concern or actually (albeit stereotypically) breaking character by showing interest in something that isn’t related to his pleasure, sexual or otherwise.

“Then how can I prove it to you?” you know you sound desperate now, but what else can you do? That’s REAL silver he’s holding.

His smile widens until he’s flashing you a perfect set of pearly whites, “First off, you can tell me your name. I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

*Addendum: acquainted, not to be confused with “friendly” or “intimate.”

Step 2) Keep everything on your** terms

Conversations are, obviously, give and take, push and pull, but try not to lose ground whenever possible. Give a fuqboi an inch and they’ll shove it down your pants.

You waste no time answering his question and Jungkook bobs his head in acknowledgement, a rich hum leaving his throat before he replies, “Alright, nice to meet you. Why don’t you come take a seat so we can talk?”

His suggestion is friendly, innocent enough, and he hasn’t tried anything so far, but hesitation still laces your movements. The seat is cold against your skin, thighs slightly exposed as your skirt settles awkwardly. You pull at the hem, trying to save your decency, cheeks burning for reasons you can’t fathom (or choose not to), voice hoarse, “Can I have my bracelet now?”

“Do you have proof yet?” his tone is teasing.

“Touché,” you sigh, glancing at the clock. Twenty five minutes.

“I think I should keep it safe until I’m sure,” the coyness in his tone is nauseating, “We could-”

On an impulse, tired of this bullshit song and dance, you lurch forward, making a desperate grab for the prize, but Jungkook seems to be one step ahead of you as he, in one motion, collects the silver chain and hides it in his fist.

“Ah, getting antsy are we?” he chuckles. Yes, chuckles. You attempt to withdraw immediately, cheeks coloring, but he catches your wrist with his free hand, “Maybe I won’t think about it so hard if you, say, give me a kiss?”

Jungkook doesn’t fight as you pull away like he’d burned you. It’s not a secret that you REALLY want that bracelet; yet you have NO idea where those lips have been. If you’d been friends- heck, if you had known the guy for more than five minutes, it would have been a POSSIBILITY, but you’d only met… well okay, seven minutes ago.

Still, what other options are available? You can’t really ask a third party for help because as much as you hate it, he’s right. You’ve got NO proof that the bracelet is yours. Jungkook has all the cards and he knows it. The worst part is, he probably knows you know he knows it.

“What if we start by exchanging numbers?” you offer, tearing your gaze away from his hand to force a smile at his face.

His amused grin easily sinks back into a cocky half-smirk, “Sure. Give me your phone and I’ll take care of everything.”

“What? So you have my phone AND my bracelet?” you can’t help yourself.

Jungkook leans forward a bit, resting his cheek against the heel of his palm, sharp gaze boring into your eyes, “Verses giving you my phone and risk letting you hold it hostage until I give you the bracelet?”

He has a point.

With a guttural sound of uncomfortable irritation, you pull the device from your pocket and thrust it at him.

“Thanks babes,” the pet name rolls off of his tongue easily and Jungkook wastes no time slipping his number into your contact list and shooting himself a text. The audacity of some people… well, at least it’s on your terms, not his.

Twenty more minutes-

The door opens, shattering the illusion of isolation. You startle subtly, turning to glare at your newest companion and the fresh hell that’s sure to ensue, but you’re genuinely surprised to find a middle aged woman toting a rolling backpack behind her.

“Hello, professor,” Jungkook gives a chipper greeting that grates on your nerves.

“Hello, Mr. Jeon,” she gives him a smile of acknowledgment before turning on the projector and setting up her computer.

I guess you were a little off on your estimation of thirty minutes.

Your gaze flits to where you know the piece of fine jewelry lies, which is still secured tightly in his fist, “Please, Jungkook. Just give me the bracelet.”

The smallest amount of hope blossoms in you that, in front of his teacher, he may show mercy. But it dies immediately as he slowly shakes his head, tapping his cheek, “Only if you give me a kiss. Doesn’t even have to be on the lips.”

Shameless.

“No,” you insist, standing. “I guess I better leave then.”

“Oh c’mon,” Jungkook practically whines, though the amusement is still heavily present in his expression, “Don’t be like that…”

Without another word, you take your leave, deciding that as long as the bracelet is “safe” with him, you’ll be able to live with it; but for course, only until you figure out how to steal it back.

**Clarification: not “YOURS” exactly, but he should not have complete control of the situation.

Step 3) Don’t fall for his silly*** tricks

These often include but are not limited to intensive verbal flirting, lingering touches, and intentionally prolonged eye contact.

It takes less than ten minutes for your phone to light up with the first text message.

jKoOk OppA: miss ya arleady babes~

It seems as if autocorrect can’t even cover up his douche-ness, though the contact name he input is enough to force a shudder run down your spine.

Me: …?

jKoOk OppA: [(1) Attachment]

Your lips purse in concentration as you contemplate not opening it. With the kind of guy he is, there’s no telling what it could be. Then again, he’s in class so there’s a very limited amount of damage he could do.

Your thumb presses down with only mild hesitation and a picture pops up of your dangling silver bracelet. You sigh in relief. Okay, maybe he’s blackmailing you- or is it blackmailing? He’s holding a piece of YOUR property hostage and demanding… demanding what? This far, a kiss, but that was a joke, right?

Whatever the case, it could be much, much worse and you decide that MAYBE he deserves a chance. After all, he hasn’t done anything TOO bad. Yet. So you decide to play along with his little game for now because what’s the harm?

Me: Did it really have to be “oppa?”

jKoOk OppA: yess ;)

And of course you just really, REALLY want your bracelet.

A few days pass, during which you fervently try to keep the conversation going in order to get this boy’s approval, but the only progress you seem to make is finally changing his contact name. Jungkook just seems to be interested in flirting (big surprise), but stays somewhat on topic by sending you pictures of your stolen possession every day.

This morning, you even get him in the shot, lips pursed, one eyelid dropped in a wink, and this thoughtful message attached:

Kook Boy: mayb you could retrun the favor today??? ;)))

You decide to not grace him with a response, but you can’t help the stupid smile that pulls at your lips. Okay, at this point you can’t deny the fact that you like the attention and sometimes humor him by flirting back. Jungkook always says (or types, as you haven’t really spoken since meeting him because, no matter how long you wait, he seems intent on not showing up for his class on time) the right things, making you blush. And obviously, he’s HOT, for lack of better words.

But the thought that he’s probably saying those very things to ten other girls, making them blush too, is always present at the back of your mind. You’re not special. He just happens to be holding something of value hostage. For all you know, that’s his strategy and…

This argument has been running your mind in circles for about sixteen hours straight now, interrupted only by your sad attempt at four full hours of sleep. It’s so distracting that you use it as today’s excuse to not pay attention to the oceanography lecture, taking precedence over worrying about that essay you’ll need to power through tonight in order to turn it in tomorrow morning.

It would be so easy jut to give in to his demand. A single kiss, “not even on the lips,” and the bracelet would be yours, but then you’d have no reason to talk to him- unless you’d be willing to break your “no more fuck boys” rule.

This seems simple enough, but you deserve better.

It is around this metaphorical mental lap that your phone decides to give off that special vibration, the three staccato hums that you set specifically for THAT number.

Your hands shake as you reach for the device to subtly glance at the message below the desk.

Kook Boy: Hey babes, wassup??? ;D

Me: Boooored in class ;-; wbu?

Kook Boy: ^^ thinking…

Me: About what??

Kook Boy: :’)

Me: Mmmm I’ll take a guess. Me?? lol

Kook Boy: Maaaaybe

Me: Good thoughts? O_O

Kook Boy: [(1) Attachment]

“But he’s already sent me the hostage picture of my bracelet…?” is exactly the line of thought that indirectly leads to you dropping your phone with the loudest fucking clatter ever, interrupting your teacher’s carefully designed powerpoint about tide cycles, and exposing the dick pic to the entire class.

Any affection you might have had for Jungkook is instantly wiped away in a flood of adrenaline and an avalanche of humiliation.

You scramble to pick up the device, but the damage has already been done. The people immediately around you are audibly smothering laughter or blatantly showing looks of disgust. The only thing that saves the dregs of your dignity is the fact that you’re sitting near the middle of the room and the professor can’t see the screen, though he does cast a glance of irritation in your direction.

Once the phone is back in your pocket, you bury your face in your arms, wanting to die.

You’re so put off by the entire situation that you fail to notice both the class ending and everyone exiting the room. The only thing that draws your attention out of the bottomless vortex of slight self hatred and complete loss of faith in humanity are the three short vibrations.

For whatever ungodly reason, you decide to look at the new message.

Kook Boy: lololol sorry beb wrong person~~

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, he confirms your suspicions that there ARE other girls and holy fuck he’s sending them dick pics.

You feel physically sick, bile threatening to rise up your throat.

Judging by his lack of appearances over the past couple of weeks, you take solace in the thought that at least you won’t have to face him. But then, as if SIMPLY to prove you wrong, the door opens and life delivers you one last, stinging kick in the ass. Jungkook strolls in leisurely, like he hadn’t just mortified you beyond repair. Then again, he has no idea.

“Oh! Hey babes,” he gives you a thousand watt smile, voice lacking emotions that normal people would probably feel after sending a misplaced text, such as embarrassment or regret.

That look on your face… I’m not sure if it’s annoyance or humiliation, but either way the only thing you want to do is melt into your seat. Maybe the floor too, whatever it takes to disappear.

He sits next to you, dumping the relatively empty backpack at his feet and adjusting the unbuttoned collar of his blue shirt with tacky, dark blue pineapples printed all over it.

You hate him and his low neckline, sun kissed hair, and cocky smirk.

Much to your irritation, heat pools in the pit of your stomach and you do the only natural thing. You stand, haphazardly gathering your belongings in your arms, and briskly say, “You know what? Just keep the damn bracelet.”

Jungkook’s expression immediately falls into one of shock, “Babes, what are you-?”

Your words get high pitched with exasperation, “Do you even know my name?”

“Yeah.”

“Then what is it?” your tone is nothing less than venomous, and rightly so.

His fingers rake through his hair, “S- no… Ch…”

“You DON’T know,” you accuse, more angry at yourself for knowingly wasting your time than at him.

“Is this about the picture?” he sounds more confused than anything.

“Yes- no- it doesn’t matter! You were just using me. For what? I don’t know, but I also don’t care. Have a good life, Jungkook. Don’t worry about texting me anymore,” you are prepared to shoulder your way past the door, but once again, his intoxicating voice stops you.

And this time, it’s only two words, spoken in a tone that thoroughly perplexes you: sorrow.

“Wait, please.”

***Definition: Silly, in this case meaning less than savory, but often presented as suave or sincere.

Step 4) Give up and realize that he’ll never change****

You don’t turn to face him, instead simply listening to his next actions. Jungkook unzips his backpack and rises, walking toward you. He stops at a respectable distance, but is still close enough to suggest the smallest amount of intimacy.

The boy gently takes one of your hands, guiding it away from your books, turning it so that your palm faces up. Into it, he drops something cold, tearing your eyes away from the hallway, your route of escape to find the silver bracelet.

He clears his throat, “Here… I’m sorry that I upset you.”

Your fingers close around the metal chain and you decide that one last glance will be okay. Jungkook’s brown eyes easily meet yours and a small, sad smile slides onto his lips. Without another word, you slowly pull away and let the door close between you.

It takes several therapeutic hours of walking around campus aimlessly for you to come to a decision, but you eventually gather enough courage to take out your phone.

The device seems to weigh a metric ton and your fingers feel stiff as you type, but somehow, you manage to complete the message, giving one last, self-affirming nod before hitting the send button.

Me: I forgive you.

****Correction: he’ll never change, unless HE wants to.

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A/N: So there’s a 75% chance I’d do one of these for each of the members if people want to read it.

2 gay men need somewhere to stay in NYC

their housing fell through and they are currently on the street, but they can afford to put some money toward rent and are ready to move asap

if you have any leads, please message myself or @cephalopodqueen- signal boosting is also appreciated! 

Maybe the thing that frightens me the most is that one day, you’ll just be a story I will tell my daughter when she’s in her bed all day long, wrapped up in blanket and misery and heartache with her eyes groggy and dark circles underneath it because a boy who once held her close and promised her forever bid his goodbye and broke his promise along with her heart and all she could feel is her tendons breaking every time she blinks her eyes because all she could see is the face of the man she loved the most but caused her pain. And then I’ll crack open her door, envelope her in my arms, brush away her tears and maybe everything that’s connected with him and tell her about the boy I met when I was fifteen, who I met somewhere down the road, whom I fell in love with after 38 days, who introduced me into his ocean and drowned me. I will tell her it hurt. It hurts so much I think all the veins in my body suddenly had a clot within them and my bones kept shattering and the rise and fall of my chest are pacing slowly. I’ll tell her that when I decided to move on, I still miss you and I still spend most hours of my days thinking about you. I will tell her that no matter what I do, I cannot stop missing you, that I still long for your touch and the kisses we shared are still felt on my bare skin. I’ll tell her that it’s okay to cry, it’s okay to be miserable because it is the only way. It is the only way.
—  s.a., of misery and fear